I know some people hate family gatherings, but I’m not one of them. I have a big
family that often gets together, and it’s always a lot of fun. This holiday season, a
bunch of us were crashing at my cousin's place. She only lives about an hour from
me, but I decided to stay there as well. The gathering would start sometime in the
afternoon of the twenty-fourth, and people would start drifting out on the twenty-sixth.
There’s enough crash space for about fifteen people, especially since there are a lot of
kids who share the bedrooms.
I grunted as I dumped the last of the presents into my minivan, and then went back
inside to grab my travel bag. Most people would wonder about a thirty year old guy who
owns a minivan when said guy has neither a wife nor kids, but my van is very, very useful.
It holds a lot of stuff, isn't too bad on gas, and has decent get up and go.
I've never much cared about what other people think anyway, which makes me just a
little bit of a black sheep in the family. Many of them don't approve of my free
lance video work, but it more than pays the bills so they don't bug me too much.
They'd probably keel over and die if they knew what I really do for a living.
Oh, I do occasional video work, but that's not my main gig -- not by a long shot. My
family has no idea what I do, and I have no interest in telling them.
Anyway, I arrived by three in the afternoon. A bunch of people were already there
and the usual greetings ensued. I unpacked my stuff in the small room I was sleeping in
and went downstairs to enjoy myself. As I said, we all get along quite well, and it had
been months since I'd seen some of the people. It was just after dinner that my
world took a very odd turn.
My cousin Carla was standing next to me, watching some of the younger kids running
around with excitement. Carla was nineteen and extremely hot. She stood about five six,
but some of her present height came from the calf-high boots with four inch spiked heels.
Skin tight, black leggings outlined a perfect set of legs and allowed one to see just the
bottom of her perfect ass. Her top was belted tightly at her narrow waist and extended
down to just barely cover her pussy. Her breasts, very firm and a large b-cup, were often
on display, and tonight was no exception. Her hair, silky and black, went all the way to
her waist, and her light, hazel eyes were usually outlined with dark eye makeup. Her face
was model quality and her flawless skin was that color many Mediterranean Europeans have.
All in all, she was a petite, stunning package, and she dressed to show it off. I'd
been watching her grow up all these years, especially these last few, as she transformed
into a very sexy young woman who rarely failed to give me a hard on.
"How have you been Kel?" she asked, swirling wine in her glass. She
wasn't of age, but as long as she didn't over do it, no one was going to call
her on it.
"Pretty good," I replied. "How's college treating you?"
"Some good, some bad," she said with a shrug. "I'm kinda
bored, actually, thinking about transferring down by you."
We continued to talk about small things, and then she dropped the bomb shell.
"So," she said, leaning close to me. I liked how she smelled. No heavy
perfume, just sexy girl. In fact, she smelled more than a little like sex. "I know
what you really do, you know."
I was paying more attention to her scent and her cleavage than I was to what she
was saying. Her breasts were very perky, and I could see just a hint of her bra.
"What?"
"I know who you are... Master Kel."
Master Kel? Uh oh.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I said.
"Hmmm," she replied with a sultry smile. "So the name 'Slaves
to Pain' doesn't mean anything to you."
Shit. Now what?
Somehow, Carla had discovered what I really did for a living.
I've known pretty much all my life that I'm sexually dominant. Very
sexually dominant -- not to mention sadistic. I'm not a nut, but I do enjoy training
a woman to enjoy pain with her sexual pleasure. And, with the advent of the internet, I
was able to pursue my desires on an almost daily basis.
***
The Slaves to Pain website put out some of the most hard core BDSM on the net. We
also did extreme humiliation, slave training, water sports and all kinds of other kinky
stuff. Much of it was sold in Europe, since the US had too many prissy rules, but of
course Americans could, and still did, find ways to get it. We had enough content that we
could sell our videos on both continents. I was one of the riggers and actors on the
site. I'm not bad looking, and I'm in very good shape. If you're a guy
doing straight porn, really, all you need to be is in shape and have a big cock, and I fit
the bill for that. Of course, BDSM porn is a lot more complex than other porn, and
you've got to know what you're doing or someone could get seriously hurt, or
worse. I've been in the scene since I was eighteen and in the business since I was
twenty, so I have a lot of experience.
So, what to do? Come clean to a hot nineteen year old (that I would love to get
into my ropes), or deny everything. I'm afraid that my cock was doing my thinking.
"What would such an innocent young lady like you be doing looking at things
like that?" I asked.
She smiled, and it was a smoldering hot one.
"Because," she said, whispering as she leaned into me, "watching
what you do to those girls... thinking about what they’re feeling... wishing I was one of
them... makes me soaking ... wet."
I was stunned, to say the least. I was also rock hard, and with how we were
standing, when she gently pressed her hip into my crotch, there was no way she could miss
it. As I said, you need a pretty big dick to be a porn star, and mine came in at just
over eight, thick, inches. It was also doing my thinking for me, as was obvious from what
I said next.
"I don't know," I said. "Those girls are very tough and you
look kinda delicate. We're not acting when we do those scenes."
"So test me," she said. "Give me an order, and I'll do it.
Anything you want, except anal. I have something special in mind for that."
"I'll think about it," I said.
"Not too long, I hope," she replied, walking away with a swing in her
hips.
I went outside to get hold of myself. There were so many things I wanted to do
with that body of hers. Over the years, I'd had more than a few fantasies about what
it would be like to have her under my control. No matter what she said though, I
didn't believe for a second that she was anywhere near tough enough to like the kind
of play I preferred. Since my cock was still doing my thinking though, I decided to take
her up on her offer. The fact that my family would collectively kill me if anyone ever
found out I was even thinking of taking her up on her blatant offer, never crossed my
mind.
It's a rare occasion when I let my sex drive get the better of me. It's
extremely strong, but considering how many beautiful women I get to tie up and torture on
a regular basis, it’s kept well under control. In general, I do not think with my dick.
For some reason, it had the upper hand tonight.
I went back inside, and found Carla, then motioned her over to me. She wove
through the groups of people until she was standing next to me, with the kitchen island
between us and everyone else. It was tall enough to hide everything below the waist, but
it wasn't like we were exactly alone.
"So," I said in a low voice, "thinking about this stuff makes you
wet, does it?"
"Mmmm," she said, rolling her hips suggestively. "Very."
"Are you wet now?"
"Ah huh."
"I want you to reach into your panties with your hand and show me just how wet
you are."
Her breath caught, and I swear I could see her pupils dilate. For the first time
ever, I could see just the hint of her nipples under her bra. I realized they'd
never showed before -- not even when she was in a bikini. I figured that meant they were
pretty small, which was kind of a shame. I like girls with big nips and big clits -- the
more sensitive the better.
She wasn't looking at me, but she slowly slid one hand beneath the level of
the island we were leaning on. She deliberately pushed her ass out and spread her legs,
then shifted around as she slipped her hand into her tight leggings. She was panting
slightly, and I thought I could see a hint of sweat on her upper lip. She shuddered, then
slowly pulled her hand back into my sight. Three of her fingers were coated with her
white, slippery slime. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to get those fingers
into my mouth, followed shortly by getting my mouth on her cunt. But I've been a Dom
for a long time, and it would take more than a hot to trot nineteen year old to break my
control.
"See?" she said, waving her coated fingers near my nose. The scent was
strong and very sexy.
"I do indeed," I said. "Now why don't you take those filthy
fingers and suck them clean."
She shuddered again.
"Gods that is such a slutty thing to do," she whispered, running one wet
finger over her lips, coating them with her cunt oils.
"And are you a slut?"
She gave a little moan.
"Yessss...." she said, sliding one finger into her mouth, licking her
thick cream off of it.
"So," I said as she continued to slowly lick her juices off her fingers,
"you've seen the videos."
"MmmmHmmm."
"You think you'd like to be one of those girls?"
She gave a little gasp and nodded.
"Do you think they're acting?" I asked. "Because they're
not. What we do to them is real. The pain is very real. Do you think I'd go easy
on you?"
"I hope not," she said, finishing off the last of her juices.
I thought for a minute.
"Have you ever seen me fuck a slave's mouth?" I asked.
Her eyes were glazed it was crystal clear she was very aroused.
"Yes."
"What would you say if I wanted to fuck your mouth like one of those
slaves?"
"Right here?" she asked. "I'll do it, but I think people would
notice."
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